Wanting To Have Made More Mistakes

I have loved for so long that riddle on your face the questions past your eyes hidden behind your eyelashes the curtains so black that cover them. I have looked for so long those tender glances. I have waited to describe you a hundred years; in my short life a thousand seconds in a minute….

Desolate She Dies

You lie happily in the dormant words of my love sleep comes at you easily, peace comes at you fast. You live for th sweetness of my touch and for the mosaic aspect of my personality. Your images jump through the patterns of my irises, you leave footprints in my hazelnut eyes, your mind and…